Moments later, Gallus entered the guest room to find Sandbar already climbing into bed. The griffin appeared softer in a way, shoulders relaxed ever so slightly as he processed the depth of emotion he was feeling. His expression, normally so guarded and stoic, now betrayed a sense of bashful astonishment. A faint tremor lingered in his movements, like subtle ripples on the surface of a still pond disturbed by a gentle breeze. Like a good little hatchie...

"Ready for bed?" Sandbar asked, snapping Gallus out of his daze.

"Y-yeah...yeah yeah," Gallus stammered out as he climbed into bed himself, "yeah...bed..."

“...Everything alright?”

“Y-yeah yeah, just uhm...just...tired,” Gallus blushed as he slid under the covers until his head feathers were the only thing exposed.

Sandbar just smiled at the bashful griffin. He really looked cute this way. His cute little hatchling.

Just as the two were starting to settle in, there was a knock on the door.

“Knock knock,” High Tide said as she trotted into the room, “wanted to see if you dudes wanted a bedtime story to help you sleep,” she showed off the small storybook in her hooves, the title “The Moonlit Meadow” written brightly on the top with the cover depicting a tranquil meadow with a single unicorn foal with white fur sleeping soundly among the wildflowers.

“I think we’re a little too old for bedtime stories, mom,” Sandbar said with a very sonly roll of his eyes.

“Oooh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” High Tide smirked, throwing a glance over at Gallus, “come on, do your dear mother this favor.”

“We- uh, I-I uh appreciate the offer,” Gallus said, ”b-but uhm that I-I mean wh-what I’m trying to say-”

“What did I tell ya about getting stressed about things,” High Tide waved the stammering griffin off, “I told you, I think it’s cute.”

“Well...” Sandbar said with a yawn, a bit slow on the uptake, “I guess if Gallus doesn’t have a problem with it.”

“Wonderful! Then make room!”

The two did just that, simultaneously sliding to opposite edges of the bed, allowing High Tide to slide right up between them. Once she was comfy, Sandbar naturally leaned in on her left side. Meanwhile, with a bit of hesitation, Gallus eventually scooched his way close to her right.

“There we go, all snuggled up,” the mare said, “I think you two dudes’ll like this one. Puts Coral right to sleep when I read it to her.”

The storybook had thick and heavy pages that had a subtle sheen, reminiscent of moonlight dancing on water. The illustrations were beautifully rendered, depicting the scenes that large, easy to read print described on each page. High Tide read the book with a gentle tone, showing off the gorgeous illustrations to the pair with each turn of the page.All the while, Sandbar and Gallus were surprisingly into it, spellbound by the mother mare’s gentle cadences that lulled them into a sleepy stupor.

The Moonlit Meadow

In a secret corner of the forest, hidden from the hustle and bustle of the world, there lay a meadow that shimmered under the moon's soft light.

A wise unicorn of white fur watched over the meadow, her gentle presence a comforting beacon in the tranquil night for the many woodland creatures who lived there.

Every night the wise unicorn would float through the meadow, wishing every little animal a goodnight.

Goodnight, little bunnies, who frolicked in the grassy fields, now tucked snugly into your burrows, cozy and warm.

Goodnight, little squirrels, who darted among the treetops all day, now using your fluffy tails as soft blankets for the night.

Goodnight to the family of foxes, nestled closely together in their den, sharing warmth and safety beneath the starlit sky.

Goodnight to the gentle deer, lying upon their mossy beds, eyelids growing heavy with the promise of peaceful slumber.

Goodnight, tiny dormouse, nestled within the hollow of a tree trunk, and goodnight to the hedgehog, curled up beneath a blanket of leaves.

Goodnight, little mice, nestled in their underground tunnels, and goodnight to the songbirds, nestled in the branches above.

Above them all, the unicorn watched with a gentle gaze, her horn glowing softly in the moonlight as she whispered a soothing lullaby upon the evening breeze.

Goodnight to the little ones all snug in their beds, bundled up warmly against the night and ready for dreamtime.

Sleep tight, little ones, and may your dreams be as beautiful as the night sky above.

Once the story was finished, High Tide closed the book with a gentle thud. Sandbar was out like a light. He passed out somewhere between the part with the squirrels and the foxes. High Tide chuckled at her slumbering son and passively brushed aside some of the stallion’s cyan mane. Gallus, at the same time, found himself resting his head on the mare’s shoulder, his breath as soft as he felt.

“Goodnight, Bar,” High Tide said, kissing the slumbering stallion on the forehead. “And goodnight to you too, Gallus,” she then said, kissing the griffin on the forehead.

“Thank you,” Gallus found himself saying, “f-for the story I mean...”

“You’re very welcome, hatchy,” High Tide smiled, making Gallus’s cheeks flare up, “you gonna be a big boy and stay dry tonight or do you need some help before I go?”

“I-I uuuuhh,” Gallus was lost for words. And this so very rarely happened in his life of snark and sarcasm.

“If I know my Bar, you dudes came over with the thickest, crinkliest little diapers you could manage,” she went on with a wink, “I can change you into one if you’d like.”

Once again, Gallus found himself lost of words. Nothing coherent could quite materialize as his cheeks continued burning red hot with blush. “Please...” he eventually found himself saying.

High Tide’s smile widened into an expression of pleasant surprise. “Alright, hatchy, we’ll just have to be quiet with it. Don’t wanna wake up Bar,” she climbed out of bed with the softest of hoofsteps, “where’s your diaper bag?”

Gallus gulped as he resisted the urge to point out that it wasn’t technically a diaper bag, but ended up wordlessly pointing towards the green bag in a pile by the dresser. High Tide trotted softly over to the bag and opened it up.

“Oh these are just the cutest!” she chirped with the softest exclamation she could manage. She held up a white padded rectangle and examined it. “Very absorbent too I bet.”

Again, Gallus resisted the urge to elaborate.

Humming a soft, tuneless song, High Tide gathered up all the things she would need. The diaper was handed off to Gallus who laid there holding it against his chest as she momentarily left the room.

For those handful of minutes, the bedroom door was left open and for that time Gallus thought about how exposed he was. He thought about how exposed any diaper change would be if this was a normal occurrence. If he was...just a little hatchy...privacy would be so rare. He would probably get his diapers changed anywhere mommy decided. On the bed, on the floor, on public bathroom changing tables, on a bench at the park. It dawned on him that it really didn’t matter where he wanted a diaper change. All that decision making was left to mommy and daddy and...he actually sort of kind of maybe liked the thought of that...

When High Tide returned several minutes later she brought with her a tub of wipes, baby powder, and much to Gallus’s surprise, a soft pink dolphin plushie.

Gallus assumed the position, which at this point was starting to feel surprisingly natural. As High Tide approached the blushing griffin with her armful of supplies, he meekly slid down the bed and onto his back, legs splayed out, and ready for his diaper change.

Ready for mommy to give him a diaper change...

“Here you go, hatchy,” High Tide said as she handed off the plushie dolphin, seamlessly trading it for the diaper, “why don’t you keep an eye on our little friend here while I change you.”

Gallus knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to distract him just like a real toddler. At first he wasn’t going to give her the pleasure, but then he held the toy in his claws. The dolphin certainly felt...soft. Softer then the softest cloud. He held the toy so delicately, rubbing his claws against the incredibly velvety material as he felt himself relax.

While the griffin was so very obviously distracted to fuss so much now, High Tide went right to work. Continuing her tuneless humming, she nudged Gallus into the optimal diaper changing position and unfurled the large diaper. Gallus was only distantly aware of everything she was doing as she changed him the only way a mother who had changed hundreds of diapers in her lifetime could.

It all made Gallus realize just what he had been missing. Up until now, their diaper changes were so...utilitarian. So straightforward and efficient. They changed each other with wipes and powder, wrapped each other up in a diaper, and that was it. Never would he have imagined that there were subtle things they could have worked into the routine. Fluffing up the diaper, gentle coos and pats on the belly, soft rubs on the inner thigh. It all seemed so minor and subtle, but it also made Gallus feel...small? Safe? It made whatever troubles that clung to his chest just melt away. It made him realize he wanted more of it. He wanted more!

“Oop!” High Tide said with a playful gasp, “someone’s excited for their diaper change!”

Eyes bulging, Gallus looked down in terror as his cock stood stiff in the air. “I-I’m so s-sorry!” he exclaimed in a strained soft voice. His claws immediately darted downwards to cover up his shame.

“It’s quite alright there, Gallus. It’s perfectly natural for little hatchies,” the motherly mare smiled, shooing his claws away, “of course, we’ll never get this diaper to fit properly with...that in the way.”

“I-it’ll go down on its own!” Gallus exclaimed in a harsh whisper. Wincing as he glanced down at the member that throbbed between his legs. He just hoped he was right.

“Tell you what,” High Tide said, plucking a wipe from the container, “if you promise to stay still and not wake Bar up,” she draped the wipe across the tip of Gallus’s stiff member, “I’ll help you take care of this for you, alright?”

Gallus was finding it difficult to say many words so he opted for a meek, but hasty nod.

“There’s a good hatchy,” she replied, giving his upper thigh a gentle pat, “now lay back and relax and we’ll take care of this.”

Continuing her lighthearted humming, High Tide proceeded to work Gallus’s throbbing shaft with her hooves. She rubbed him delicately, starting from the very base and then right up to the sensitive tip that nearly sent Gallus over the edge each time. She worked with the organ so tenderly, playfully almost, bringing the griffin out from the fog of uncertainty and up climbing the mountain of pleasure. And throughout it all she expertly kept the cool wipe perched right on top of his cock. In case of any sudden accidents, she would likely say.

She just had such an enthralling touch. An experienced hoof that so expertly rubbed his throbbing length. Whenever he might have thought he was getting numb to one sensation, she dexterously switched directions or changed up her technique. He was overcome with so much pleasure bubbling inside of him that every now and then he felt a squeaky whimper slip out of his beak.

“Shh shh shh shh,” High Tide hushed in a quiet tone, “not too loud now. Bar’ll get all cranky if you wake him up.”

Gallus’s beak slammed shut, quieting his huffing moans in an instant. His breathing only intensified as time went on while he struggled to keep himself from making too much noise. He shoved the dolphin plushie against his beak seconds later in a last stitch effort not to completely lose control of his voice. The plushie’s nursery scent of baby powder and lavender filled his lungs as his eyes fluttered.

It took everything in him not to absolutely lose it as her magic hooves pleasured every inch of his throbbing girth. It was less about enjoying the pleasure and more about stopping his body from involuntarily squirming all over the bed. He even started to moan again, which might have sounded even the slightest masculine if it wasn’t for the whispering squeaks that joined them.

“Not. So. Loud, hatchy,” High Tide hushed again, this time with a little sternness in her voice, “don’t make me have to get you a pacifier too.”

Again, Gallus’s beak slammed shut, muffling the squeaky groans that oozed out of his mouth. For a fleeting moment he had half a mind to make a fuss so that he’d earn that pacifier, but...for many reasons, mostly primal lust, he obeyed like a good hatchling.

Because he was a good hatchy. A good little hatchy who was getting his diaper changed by...m-mommy. He might end up wetting the bed otherwise. He might have an accident and mommy would have to change his sheets. Maybe even punish him. Maybe force him to wear diapers all the time until he proves to her that he was a big boy. He’d have to ask her to take him to the potty and maybe he’d forget sometimes and end up filling his diapers right in front of her!

Gallus’s squeaky moans were getting faster and his breathing heavier. It wouldn’t be long now. His hips thrusted upwards ever so slightly as his cock was rubbed faster and faster. He panted and panted until finally...

He shoved the dolphin against his beak, muffling a long and drawn out moan that oozed out of his mouth. His lower half twitched and spasmed as his penis coated the inside of the lavender scented baby wipe. High Tide rested her weight on one of his legs to prevent it from kicking into the slumbering stallion beside him.

“That’s my good boy,” she was heard softly saying among the post-orgasmic haze. And as he laid there, doped up on feel-good chemicals, he believed her. He was a very good boy...

Everything that immediately followed was a blur. High Tide wiped the area clean and disposed of the dirty wipes into the mini trash can by the door as Gallus just...laid there like a ragdoll. He hardly even flinched when she powdered him - thoroughly - and then tenderly pulled the diaper up the rest of the way, snuggly taping it around the dazed griffin’s waist.

She smiled warmly at the bewildered griffin, watching as he laid there nearly passed out from the earth shattering orgasm. As she gathered up the changing supplies, leaving the dolphin toy of course, she threw a glance over at Sandbar. Despite the diaper change happening beside him and despite Gallus being rather...animated throughout it all, her son was as passed out as ever, completely dead to the world.

“You know what,” she smirked to herself, ”I think Bar could use a diaper too” She retrieved another diaper from their bag and trotted back over. “It’ll be our little secret.”

Gallus remained silent, but incredibly interested. Still in a bit of an afterglow lightheadedness, he watched with bated breath as High Tide proceeded to change her son into a diaper as equally thick as the one he was wearing. He was as excited, albeit a little bit dazed from it all, as he was for this diaper change as he was for his own. And throughout it all, with all the nudging and wiping and powdering, Sandbar didn’t stir in the slightest, making Gallus kind of regret not being louder during his...diaper change. Before he knew it, Sandbar was as thickly padded as he was. And looked pretty cute doing it too.

Once that was done, High Tide tucked the pair back under the warm bedsheets, giving them each a kiss on the forehead. “Good night, my little hatchy,” High Tide whispered as she kissed Gallus before tiptoeing out of the room.

Unable to find his words, Gallus simply murmured some sounds that sounded a bit like “goodnight” and then, at the very end, some quiet squeaky sounds that sort of sounded like “momma”. Then the room was cloaked in still darkness once again.

In the darkness he could still feel the pink dolphin in his claws. Throughout all this excitement he had completely forgotten to return it! And yet...he really didn’t want to. Afterall, High Tide was already gone and what was he going to do? Climb out of bed and waddle off to the parents bedroom and...quietly offer the toy back? No, of course not...Besides he was already so tired and she already went through the trouble of tucking him in and she even gave him his goodnight kiss so that was all the more reason not to return the toy. It could wait till tomorrow. Until then...Until then he could...keep the dolphin company.

Gallus settled back into bed, plushie in his arms. He let out a peaceful sigh as the quiet stillness of the room rolled over him. Everything was just so peaceful. He gave the dolphin a gentle hug, mostly out of instinct as he was still riding high on all those feel-good emotions that High Tide filled him to the brim with. He wore the goofiest of grins on his face as he sleepily stared up at the dark ceiling. He really was a good hatchy...

And so, hugging the dolphin closely in his arms and diaper crinkling loudly in the silent room, the good hatchy drifted off to sleep, dreaming about soft fluffy things.

Author's Note

Moonlit Meadow was intended to emulate that distinct, storybook style found in Disney’s 1959 Sleeping Beauty. One of the movie’s most striking features was its backgrounds which were stylistically rendered by artist Eyvind Earle. Pulling inspiration from pre-Renaissance Gothic works, medieval tapestries, and illuminated manuscripts, Earle’s hard work led to an incredibly unique looking movie that perfectly captured that medieval fairytale feel.